Julia Dickinson ’22
Tacet All is silent as you rise from a restless sleep Before the sun itself has risen. Treading lightly, as not to startle the rest of the world, You trek to the train, And then you hear your first sound, The same melody repeated every day, The syncopation of metal against metal. After entering, you see others like you, Greeting the day before it greets you. Gliding forward, again, only the cadence of the train rings. After a dulcet ride, you take one last breath Before diving into the fast-paced, loud world Of those who never stop.
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